Finding stillness. How becoming a grandma is teaching me about presence, emotion, and the art of simply being

Abstract

There are moments that arrive quietly - no fanfare, no announcement - and yet they change everything. For me, one of those moments came at the end of April, with the weight of something impossibly light: my granddaughter, curled into my arms, barely bigger than a breath.

In that stillness, everything else faded. No to-do lists, no opinions to share, no wisdom to offer. Just presence. Just this. The moment was fleeting - I could feel it slipping through even as I tried to hold it. But that’s what made it sacred.

And it reminded me of something I spend so much time teaching others but often forget myself: how vital it is to slow down enough to feel our lives as we’re living them.